روايات وقصص ضمن Ace Detectives

“I let you go to school, didn't I? Besides, if you wanted to go out, you should have picked a restaurant, not a freaking bar!” He holds his forehead. “Do you have any idea what kind of people lurk in the shadows back there?” Isn’t this where the rich kids come to get wasted? Allison wouldn't intentionally bring me to somewhere dangerous. My eyes rivet back to Ace. Are there criminals like him in there? Is that why he knows so much about it? “You are bleeding.” He glances at his right hand. “Doesn’t matter.” “You need to get it cleaned up.” Opening the door, I get into the passenger seat. Ace stares at me through the window for a while. Then he circles the hood and gets behind the wheel.

“Can we not talk about it?” “Sure, I guess,” Keith replied quietly. “Whenever you feel comfortable enough to talk about it, I will be here to listen.” “Thanks.” “Any time.” “One more thing I almost forgot, that guy kept showing up every evening looking for you but I finally had enough of his presence and called the police on him. Turns out, his actually some rich dude from the UK here to cause trouble,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t know why rich people think they can get away with anything just because they are rich.”

The next morning at the police station, Ace is sitting in the interrogation room. Shortly, Officer Steve walked into the room with a folder and dropped it on the table in front of Ace. “I thought you were the good guy until you started killing innocent people,” Officer Steve said as he sat opposite Ace. Ace chuckled. “You got the wrong guy!” Ace said. Officer Steve looked at him for a while then said, “The records in front of you said otherwise.” “Your records might be correct. But they are not talking about me, they are talking about Leo, and I am not Leo.”